pic-a-thon

[smithpeter]

I am very happy that this thread did not fill with only erotic or sexual content.

This poem and photo were meant to be removed from my personal web space long ago.
I must like them.

~

always look away
before the rainbow
is done

if you know
where it goes
it may never return

10/14/01

 

[stargirl32]

I am very happy that this thread did not fill with only erotic or sexual content.

This poem and photo were meant to be removed from my personal web space long ago.
I must like them.

~

always look away
before the rainbow
is done

if you know
where it goes
it may never return

10/14/01

that so true sp ,, can i put that on my t shirt ,, grin//

 

[stargirl32]

more rainbows...

Rainbows trapped .
Oily beauty ,
natural art.

 

[stargirl32]

Re: more rainbows...

Rainbows trapped .
Oily beauty ,
natural art.

ok i have been working on this one..
i think its better like this mm what do you thinnk ..


grease spot...


imprisoned rainbows,
oil of beauty ,
fortuitious art.

 

[Rybka]

imprisoned rainbows,
oil of beauty ,
fortuitious art.

oil of beauty
imprisions rainbows
fortuitous


Regards, Rybka

 

[smithpeter]

pay no attention.
Thank you.
sp

 

[smithpeter]

Elongated Legs Of Liz

Liz is restless
she has forty three shoes
that's 21.5 pair

her thin and slender legs
often commented on
are frequently brushed against

muscled

at the stores
about the house
while visiting the internet

I am not immune
I am willing
to lay around all day for a glance

possibly a grab or glimpse
or invitation
to tighten straps

tank top of Harley Davidson
their unique thong and gentle
roaring, a slick thang

not riding bitch any more
Liz is riding over toes
of gentry

 

[Angeline]

Captive Poet

O captive poet
captivating hidden bird
hidden in the prison
of your burka

hidden in the prison
of your country
poet woman invisible
unable to summon sun

unable to know the
temple of her desire
to give her gift of art
her poet heart locked

away and hidden
her woman's heart
captive veiled

 

[Angeline]

Pie Man Redux

I posted this poem on another thread, but had been thinking of the attached pic when I wrote it. Tonight I found the photo.

Rittenhouse Square

I have not forgotten you
green eyes

the day you made me
throw a pie at you

was maybe the best
day ever

i'd give anything to
see your trapazoid
your silly curly hair

jump in your arms
and laugh like
we don't care

17 again.

 

[HomerPindar]

...

 

[Palau]

like a connection
between my daugher
and rain

"gentle"

since when does a parent
learn from the child?

 

[KatPurrs]

Suspended in Summer

Hi - It's been a while....Thought this the perfect thread to get re-acquainted. Wonderful idea, smithpeter!


Lovely, lazy, lake effect:

Rainbow sails and solid jibs
hum on the heels of the wind.

Basking in the balm of breeze
and rugosa rose, I lie
in my suspended bed
hung in ancient hemlocks.

Dappled light dances over me
as I surrender to sensual sleep.

Kat~

 

[WickedEve]

Welcome to the board kat. Nice to meet you. What a lovely poem. Hmmm... sounds familiar, though. It looks as though you've put effort into polishing this piece. And the photo is very nice. Did you take it?

Kat, one suggestion on the poem. How about "huff" instead of "heels." Huff and puff and blow the sails. Huff! Say it with me. Huff! lol
I like what've you done with it.

 

[Rybka]

Welcome to the board kat. Nice to meet you. What a lovely poem. Hmmm... sounds familiar, though. It looks as though you've put effort into polishing this piece. And the photo is very nice. Did you take it?

Kat, one suggestion on the poem. How about "huff" instead of "heels." Huff and puff and blow the sails. Huff! Say it with me. Huff! lol
I like what've you done with it.

W.E. "heels" works well with me. Boats "heel over" under a steady wind with the sails properly set and trimmed. Also, a "huffing wind" sounds gusty, not steady. With a gusty wind, KatPurrs' jibs would not be "solid", nor would they "hum", since these conditions also occur on a taughtly rigged ship under a steady wind.


Regards,                 Rybka

 

[KatPurrs]

Welcome to the board kat. Nice to meet you. What a lovely poem. Hmmm... sounds familiar, though. It looks as though you've put effort into polishing this piece. And the photo is very nice. Did you take it?

Kat, one suggestion on the poem. How about "huff" instead of "heels." Huff and puff and blow the sails. Huff! Say it with me. Huff! lol
I like what've you done with it.

Eve you ARE wicked! lol...I know....I keep changing the damn thing. I went from huff to harmony (hum in harmony with the wind - at Lotus Blooms) and now, here with UP's suggestion, "heels". Can you tell I'm not a decision maker? lol

Yes, I took the pic. It's where I live. I have a tent near the lakeshore. I sleep there from May to the end of October, weather permitting. I'm such a cavewoman! LOL)

 

[KatPurrs]

W.E. "heels" works well with me. Boats "heel over" under a steady wind with the sails properly set and trimmed. Also, a "huffing wind" sounds gusty, not steady. With a gusty wind, KatPurrs' jibs would not be "solid", nor would they "hum", since these conditions also occur on a taughtly rigged ship under a steady wind.


Regards,                 Rybka

Hi Rybka - I had huff in there first because there was a restless wind that day. It would blow steadily for a while and make the sails "hum," die out, and then take the boats in a "huff". lol Sailing on this lake with the mountains all around is like sailing in at the bottom of a freakin' mixing bowl.

 

[smithpeter]

never mind, was a bad idea not happy with

 

[Rybka]

Hi Rybka - I had huff in there first because there was a restless wind that day. It would blow steadily for a while and make the sails "hum," die out, and then take the boats in a "huff". lol Sailing on this lake with the mountains all around is like sailing in at the bottom of a freakin' mixing bowl.

Been, done that! I used to sail a 505 on Lake Winnisquam. Still live in the Lakes Region.

Regards,                 Rybka

 

[WickedEve]

1009, suite 112

down left is Kim, robust and freckled and strawberryish
in charge of tanning and 22 beds needing wipe
with each exit.

down right is Becky handing out jobs
pale and scuba kayak canoer with her husband
Todd, a shipyard worker,

never forget Joanne who would cut my hair
in between
if I can get over my fear of her very long and narrow delicately pointed stainless silver scissors,

further down is Charlene Johnson with smooth brown
skin purchased from Kim.
A nasty racist mouth with great legs.
The worst of all worlds.

behind me Elizabeth and Tonya nimble jointed,
what a crew, and the tall clean shaven cable guys too

I do like the poem, sp, but I love the hall pic!
I hope you changed the names to protect the innocent, the freckled, and the big-mouthed.

 

[WickedEve]

Holds My Interest

A rusted thing
that holds my interest.
I know its form
but not its function
yet it holds my interest.

No longer shiny and new
rusted with character
is what holds my interest.

 

[smithpeter]

to W.E.

please know there are no such people,
never names such as these and my attitude towards
Kim, her wiping technique and friendly ways are
pure fiction,
Thank you, very much and bunches,
your sp

 

[Angeline]

Darling Billy

He says memories
are everything

if you try hard enough
you can almost make
a person from a memory

a daddy or a whole
family

you can bring him ice cream

chocolate is best for dying men
who need to make everything
a memory

life and cool sweetness

a daughter or a whole
family

who feed you ice cream

chocolate is sweet like life
and dark like loss and even
comforting like forgetfulness

it’s ok not to forget
the way the spoon
scraped against the bowl

the click of labored
swallows

the nurse’s voice mingling
with Aida

“He’s not supposed to have that.”

the freckles that once rioted alit
the face and punctuated anger
now are memories barely there
fading under his pale skin

and later
in the dark hushed room
her woman’s voice
will sing to him

the child’s song she knew
and sang once then

she whispers now again

Can you bake a cherry pie Billy boy, Billy boy?
Can you bake a cherry pie, darling Billy?

the sound of tires crying on the
highway driving home

9/29/02

 

[Rybka]

Angeline, you just get better and better! This poem is too good to waste on a site like this one. It needs to be entered in a nationwide contest or something. It is a 6 on Lit's scale of 5!

I hope that was just pure poetry and not a tragic loss.
In any case it is a marvelous homage and extremely effective imagery. You stimulate every sense of a memory, and the final line is a classic.

Regards,                 Rybka

 

[Angeline]

Thank You Rybka

My father died in 1996, so true yes, but such memories are bittersweet. It was his last meal, that ice cream.

I think if chocolate ice cream is the last thing I eat before I die I will have lived well.

 

[WickedEve]

Angeline, your poem made me cry.